Hope!

My heart is so heavy tonight. I just feel like I need to write this. When I was pregnant with Aimee I lived in a heavenly bliss until my first ultrasound. I can still remember going to our local clinic and being able to pick out the little stubby flippers and head shaped blob on the grainy black and white screen. I had no idea something was wrong. I did think that the technician was a little uptight and unfriendly. I asked for a picture of the baby to send to Lynn (he had been in Basic Training for the past 2 1/2 months) and she printed out a picture of an arm of all things. I was a little bummed because I wanted a profile so he could pick out all of her little appendages that were growing. I now realize she did that on purpose so I wouldn't see the gap at the base of her skull.
I got a call on Friday evening and my doctor said he was going to send me to a specialist for further testing. I felt like I had to pry information out of him. What kind of testing? What is wrong? Are you sure the technician had the right name on the pictures?
We had just started going to City Church- I take that back... We just started enjoying City Church. I had come from a super conservative church background and these hyper Christians were crazy! They would actually keep singing long after the song had ended. Once the words were gone from the screen I didn't know what to do and they just kept right on worshiping. I think almost everyone that I sat next to was praying in their prayer language. It didn't really weird me out though. My mommy received her gift right before she died and I wanted to pray in tongues as well. I had always heard of people having been baptized in the spirit and I assumed that it meant they had been dunked in the baptism pool, but at City Church I received God's holy spirit and my prayer language has taken my walk with Jesus to a whole new level.
At the City Church they even believed for prayers to be answered! I can't tell you how many times I have heard "Pray about it and if it is God's will it will just happen." I never thought about having the undying power of Jesus Christ living in me and standing in faith for miracles to happen. I think sometimes we get lazy and just leave it up to "His will" and never contend and stand in faith. It is dangerously easy to say "His will be done" and walk away from an issue than to not budge when the storm breaks. It takes a super natural strength to yell back at the thunder that My God is bigger His plan is greater and you cannot scare me with rain, hail and lightening because I am stuck to this Rock and there is nothing you can do to take me away!!! Oh I thank God for the kind of faith that City Church thrives and teaches in.
At the specialist's office I can remember seeing a weird bubble at the nape of her neck. They did so many measurements on her and this weird abnormality. Finally, after the longest 15 minutes, the doctor came in with the genetic counselor and the stenographer. I knew this couldn't be good. He had on a forced smile that was all too revealing and took my hand and told me that the baby had a birth defect that was too severe and inoperable. Basically the baby didn't have a chance. I remember I started to shake and cry uncontrollably. All I wanted was Lynn to be home and to cry in his arms. They let me use their office to make some calls and then our fight started.
I think that people who do not believe in the amazing heaven that awaits us try and find solace in the weirdest places. I was overloaded with dozens of pamphlets and books, business cards, fliers of grieving groups the list goes on and on. During the meeting with the doctor he explained that the safest thing to do would be to terminate the pregnancy. "It's just a simple procedure we have women who choose to do this often." I would be lying if I told you I was not tempted to abort my baby. "It would be easier to just get this situation out of the way. No one would know the decision I made... Lynn wouldn't even have to find out. I could tell everyone I had a miscarriage. God would forgive me... right?" It breaks my heart to admit that those were some of the brief ideas that crossed my mind. I even had a dream where I had the abortion, but i felt so empty inside.
Lynn made it home within 24 hours. I am so thankful for my amazing man of God. He knew exactly where we needed to be. We went to a Saturday night service and Pastor Jude prayed for us. I honestly was a little apprehensive to go. I was afraid that somehow they would know the thoughts that were going through my head and look down on me because of it. I knew what the right decision was all along. I knew, that I knew, that I knew, that I would not be the one to take away her life and I was at peace with knowing that. I just didn't want to face the storm that I saw brewing in the distance. That evening Lynn and I burned all of the information that the doctors gave us in our fireplace. I guess it was a way for us to show God that His word was all we needed.
Looking back I know it was only by God's amazing love that we made it through. He gave us that strength to counter the storm. Even when I felt like I was ready to throw in the towel He had the right person there at the right time to encourage me. We saw and experienced so many amazing miracles during Aimee's brief, but beautiful life. We had a faith that was sorta small and pitiful (we are talking mustard seed sized) and we are seeing it flourish and grow. I can't imagine what my life would have been like without her. I don't take credit for any of this. It all happened that way because we were plugged in to the church. God had an amazing fortress that He sheltered us in. He is so good to us.
Lynn and I have been given the opportunity to speak with some parents who are going through the same issues at Seattle Children's Hospital. Please keep us in your prayers as we are moving into the ministry that He lays out before us. This has got to be unbearable for parents who don't have hope and I have got such a passion for sharing this hope with them.